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Cool V's Tribute to Scratching

Biz Markie

Goin' Off

1988

the records and he's my protege
So check him out without a doubt and you will agree
He goes by the name of Cutmaster Cool V
Cut the funky records, for me

I’m surrounded by Chucky
I don’t have no friends, I’m surrounded by Chucky
Ex girl wanna suck me, her dude want to cut me
And my star want to bust me,

back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't

rose
She steal all my clothes
I stay dripping on land or the boat
I don't even let family know
I got layers of cash in my coats
Cut the ties cut you off

On The Come Up

Big Sean

On the Come Up

2017

young ones on the come up
Bunch a young niggas on the come up
Look, all my niggas 'bout that action
Livin' the life we imagined
I cut off all my

Uh
Yeah
Yeah yeah
Mic check check check
Uh, yeah, yeah, uh
Survival of the fittest, my nigga
Check, check, check
I need a check, check, check

West Savannah

OutKast

Aquemini [Clean]

1998

Yeah, haha
I'm back off in this bitch
One more time, to drop this rhyme
'Bout where my roots at
Yeah, Westside is in the house
Frazier Homes is

West Savannah

OutKast

Aquemini

1998

Yeah, haha
I'm back off in this bitch
One more time, to drop this rhyme
'Bout where my roots at
Yeah, Westside is in the house
Frazier Homes is

checks they bouncing
Cut yo bitch then bouncing
Don't you stop keep bouncing
Bounce it
Bounce it
Bounce it
Bounce it
Bounce it
Bounce it
Bounce it
Bounce

it up (uh) in my Nike shoes and ran up a check (go get it)
Got monkey bullets in this TEC (brr), and it's takin' off your neck (gah)
Shots in

Hi Tec

Or maybe they Qualitas
Watson, ain't really sipping that
Ain't really sipping shit
I'm sipping Actavis
Check my refrigerator, 50 pints in
I

Baby

I like my dope clean, don't put no cut on it (no cut nigga)
Like my bitches bad with a butt on her (ass on her)
The car came with no miles,

Don’t play about my bread
I’ll cut this bitches head
Don’t play about my bread
I’m tryna fuck a check
Gimmie a sec to come collect
Ching
Hold on I’ll be

motherfuckin head off
Once again, niggas know my style, God damn it
Unless it's on the cut so give me
The mic and watch me slam it
Hard like Shaquille, oh you

Uh, and I don't need no help
Yeah, lonely lonely lonely by my lone

Uh, I just might do all this shit on my own, shit on my own yeah
I just might go

Make him spend a check
He wanna buy me a house
And a car but I get my own bag
It ain't nun to stress
Feel like the best
I cut a hoe and nigga straight

can't stay complacent
She eat me up on a Saturday
I'm feelin' tight, that's the kiss and say
Yeah by the bell, that's bliss, oh la da da da
Cut

side no pussy's on deck
I cut niggers off with no scissors who holding me back
I'm the only real one in this bitch who got my back
Only time I'm feeling

No Omega

Eric B. & Rakim

The Document II

2003

more light cause yours got dim 
Then you get sparked by the Lord Rakim 
What's the matter G, check your battery 
Go get charged up, then come battle

Tell that n**** cut the check 
Get out my DMs asking about sex 
Yes I am the best 
Fuck who next 
Shout out to the bad bitches
Who only get the neck

Dont mind me Im here just minding my
own in the cut
Watching the time go by
Hey
You dont gotta pay me no mind
We in the cut
Like edibles in the gut

me
Meanwhile that broke boy power trippin shit is weird to me
I'd rather cut my ear off than hearing that energy
We sick of fighting trigger fingers

Hol' up
Flex
Who took a cut of yo' check
Everyday stuntin I'm blessed
Y'all stay on government bread
Hol' up
Flex
Who took a cut of yo' check

like a net 
Yea I'm still young but I think like a vet 
Vvs on my neck 
Thank god everyday no more loving check to check 
And I gotta flex 
Said I gotta